It felt strange doing this with my mother. From the time we woke up until we sat down in the evening for her foot rub/suck, we were just like any other mother and son. It was when we got on that couch that we became something different. Something more. She'd started moaning alot while I rubbed her feet, and especially when I sucked on her toes. We stopped bothering to turn on the tv since neither one of us really paid any attention to it. I tried pulling my cock out one night, so I could jerk it while I sucked her toes, but she stopped me and told me not to. It was like she'd set limits to what we could and couldn't do, but it wasn't enough for me. Seeing her pussy glisten every damn night, I couldn't take much more and I decided to do something about it.
Once I'd reached my decision, I had to wait a few nights to make my move. I continued to masturbate with her nightly, enjoying it immensely, I continued to eat my cum afterwards, just like she did, and thoughts of what I was planning never failed to keep me hard after I'd cum, and we'd end up doing it again. It was the last time she used a dildo that had given me the idea of what to do, watching her, in the throes of passion, how she'd throw her head back as she moaned loudly. I would've done it the next night, but she used her fingers for the following four nights.
Finally, my moment arrived. I'd sucked and sucked on her toes. My mouth already familiar with the feel of her toes, but I was no less aroused by the familiarity. She'd taken to wearing socks constantly for two reasons 1. it kept the soles of her feet softer, since they weren't rubbing on the floor constantly and 2. it made her feet sweat a little more, giving me more to taste when I took them into my mouth. I didn't say anything, since it was for my benefit that she was doing it, but I have to admit, she looked kind of silly in the mornings, wearing a sexy silky robe with socks. I also missed being able to admire those sexy feet whenever I wanted to, but I knew the benefit of having her wear those socks all day, how much tastier her feet would be at night, how much more intoxicating her scent would be. I'd drunk in the scent while I sucked and sucked on her toes, then finally released her toes from my mouth. She let out a contented sigh and asked me if I was ready to go to bed, as she looked at the tent in my shorts. I smiled and told her that I was, and went to my bedroom. I was already naked as she crawled into her bed, my cock standing at attention. She watched me while she undressed, and I started caressing my cock. She got into her bed while she watched me stroking myself across the hall, then she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a dildo. I almost leapt out of bed, I was so happy. I moved myself closer to the edge of my bed, and watched her take half the dildo into her mouth. She slowly pulled it out, then started to rub the head of it on her already glistening pussy lips. She then took it back to her mouth, and slowly, sensuously licked her pussy juices from the head. Then she started to push it into her mouth, past her lips, past her teeth. She kept pushing it until only the balls of the dildo weren't inside her and held it there. I could see her throat muscles working around the dildo and briefly wondered if I'd be able to do what I had planned. My thoughts evaporated when she started to slowly pull the dildo out of her mouth. She held it in front of her face and I could see a line of saliva still connecting the head to her lips, I had to fight to keep from cumming at the sight. She started to pinch her nipple with one hand, making it nice and hard, the areola wrinkling up around her hardened nub. She then used the head of the dildo to stimulate the nipple, using it as she often used her finger. Making smaller and smaller circles around her nipples, then rubbing it back and forth across it. With her other hand, she reached down and slid two fingers inside herself, then slathered the other nipple with her pussy juices. She started to move her nipple toward her mouth when she glanced at me, and she froze. My cock was harder than it had ever been. Half of me was watching the show she was putting on for me, the other half was anticipating my plan. She stared hungrily at my veiny cock, hard as steel, pulsating in my hands, and she dropped her breast, the pussy juice smeared on her nipple forgotten, but not by me. She took the dildo into her mouth one more time, to make sure it was wet, it was unnecessary, then she started to slide the dildo into her pussy. She worked it into her pussy just as she had into her mouth, until only the balls were hanging out, then she started to thrust into herself. She pulled it almost all the way out, until only the head of the big rubber cock was inside her, then she slammed into herself. She watched me while I stroked, faster and faster, urged on by the way she almost impatiently fucked herself. Her eyes were full of lust, frozen on my cock. Watching her work the dildo faster and faster, I knew I wouldn't be able to contain myself much longer. My moans got louder, so did her's. I let out a loud grunt as I started to cum. I came so hard I saw it shoot past my head and hit the headstand. Any other night, I would've been amazed by it, and would've gotten on my knees and licked it off the headstand, put on my own show for my mom. She started to cum, and threw her head back, I jumped out of my bed. I crossed the hallway, and into her bedroom. She was really wailing, her whole body was tensed up in orgasm. I glanced at her curled toes, then kneeled at the side of her bed. I leaned over her and placed my mouth on her cum smeared nipple. She grabbed my head with one arm, pulling it to her breasts, holding me tight. I sucked on her nipple, tasting the pussy juice she'd placed there earlier, the juice my rock hard cock had made her forget. I rolled my tongue across her nipple, traced little circles around it like I did to her toes. I worked my other hand between her legs and placed it on her hand. Once I got the rhythm down, I took over with the dildo, and she wrapped placed both her hands on my head, pulling me tighter to her breast. As she started to cum down from her orgasms, I slowed the hand between her legs, and her grip on my head loosened. I continued to suck on her nipple and work the dildo in and out of her slowly until she shuddered one last time. I let go of her nipple, and looked at her face. She was sweaty, her face was flushed, her eyes were closed.
She didn't open her eyes until her breathing had slowed to normal. Then she tilted her head to look at me and asked me sternly what I was doing there. My resolve almost faltered, but I slowly and gently pulled the dildo from her wet pussy, and held it up as I told her "I came for this." I told her that what I'd tasted on her nipple was great, but dry, and that I wanted to taste her juices fresh...like she'd done with mine the first night. With that, I started to lick her juices of the dildo, not caring that I was licking a big plastic cock. Her pussy juices were thick, almost as thick as my cum, and she tasted much better. I moaned as I licked all of her juices off the dildo, then stuck it in my mouth and sucked any my tongue might have missed. I then handed it to her, glistening with my saliva. I apologized to her, telling that that was all I'd meant to do, but that the sight of her dried juice on her nipple was too irresistible. I then got up and started walking back to my bedroom.
I turned back to her, and she motioned me back to her bed. I sat on the edge of it and looked at her.
"Lay down with me."
I lay down next to her, feeling her hot, sweaty body against mine, I looked at the ceiling. She got on her side, her nipples brushing against my body were almost too much.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this."
"I should've stopped you the first time I saw you staring at my panties when you were rubbing my feet. But I couldn't."
I looked at her, put my arm under her head and pulled her closer to me. Her whole body was now pressed up against me, she let her leg casually fall onto both of mine. My hard cock was up against the top of her thigh.
"It's been so long since anyone's looked at me that way, it felt good, seeing the lust in your eyes, the bulge in your pants." She blushed.
"Mom, you're gorgeous. You probably get twenty guys staring at you like that when you go get the mail."
She smiled. "It's not just that. It wasn't just lust in your eyes, there was love there, too. I know I can go out every night and find a willing fuck partner, but that's not what I want. They wouldn't care about me, they'd just want to get off. Honey, what I've been doing is so wrong, on so many levels, I can't keep using you like this. I knew that eventually, you'd want more, but I just can't...we can't do any more. We shouldn't even be doing what we have been. I've just been too weak to stop it. I'm so sorry."
She put her head on my chest and started to cry. I turned on my side, facing her, our bodies entwined. I held her, and stroked her back, and her hair. I couldn't help but notice the way her pubic hair tickled my leg. Her sobs slowed down, until she was just sniffling. I tilted her head up to look at me, her eyes were red.
"I love you, mom."
She smiled at me.
"I love you, too, honey."
I kissed her chin. I frowned to myself, then asked, "Mom, why is this wrong?"
She stiffened in my arms, "Honey, it's just not done."
"How do you know?" I countered.
"How do you know it's not done? Have you talked to anyone about what we've been doing, because I haven't."
"Well, no, but..."
"Then how do you know that no one does this? And who cares if anyone else does or not? I love you, and you love me, we're not hurting anyone, why can't we do this?"
She didn't say anything.
"Mom...we have something special here. I don't care if anyone understands or not, I understand, and that's enough for me. Why throw it away because of what other people might think or because it's not the normal way these things go? I've really enjoyed the past several months. You have an incredible body, I don't even notice the girls at school anymore, because that's all they are, girls. I want a woman, I want you. I want someone who loves me, the way only you do. I want to enjoy every aspect of this as much as I enjoyed the baths we used to take together. I've always loved the feel of your skin, the sweet scent only you seem to have, that's why I loved taking baths with you, the comfort you provided by just being you. I love the way your feet feel in my hands and in my mouth, the glances you give to my crotch, the shows you put on for me and me alone. I loved the way you taste, how your nipple felt in my mouth. I love the way your body feels against mine now, the warmth of you. Mom, I love you. How can that be wrong?"
Tears slid down her face.
We kissed, passionately, with wild abandon. The kisses were so fierce, like we were trying to get into each other, our lips were pushed tight against each other. The kisses got gentler, and we both opened our lips a little. Our tongues got in on the action. I felt her tongue slide past my lips and I met it with mine. When she withdrew from my mouth, my tongue followed into her mouth. She tasted so sweet. I was harder than I'd ever been, laying there, naked, my arms around my naked mother. We started rubbing our bodies against each other. The sweat from out masturbation session turning it into the sexiest slip n slide ever. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, then started to stroke me. There was still some cum on the head of my cock, since I hadn't bothered to wipe up in my rush to get into her room before she finished cumming and the feel of her hand on my lubricated cock was too much. I don't know how long we lay there, our mouths pressed together, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth, my hands all over her body, from her ass to her back, then around to her breasts, down to between her legs, and back to her ass, her hand wrapped firmly around my cock, stroking, up and down, up and down. I came moaning into her mouth. She withdrew her tongue, kissed me softly on lips, then on my chin, worked her way down my neck, sucking softly, down my chest, flicking my nipples with her tongue, straight down my stomach, licking up the droplets of cum, until she was staring at my still leaking cock. She licked her lips as she muttered "I've been wanting this since the first time I saw it." She engulfed my cock in her mouth. I could feel her sucking sucking sucking. She kept just the head in her mouth and kept using her hand on the shaft, squeezing, stroking, she was milking me. Nothing had ever felt this good and I wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure.
Slowly, the feelings stopped being as intense, my cock stopped being so sensitive. She refused to let go of my cock. I think maybe she was waiting for me to go soft before she removed it from her lips, but I never started to go soft until I'd come at least four times. I looked at my beautiful mother, sweat glistening all over her body, hair disheveled from our make out session, lust burning in her eyes, her mouth full of my cock. I tried to talk but the intense feelings of her mouth on my cock had robbed me off my voice. I motioned to her what I wanted, and she complied. I just stared for about 10 seconds, then I placed my hands on her ass. I started to massage her ass and watched the way my hands on her ass made the rest of her move. I smiled when I realized that the wetness I was looking at was because of me. Then I started to kiss her thighs, afraid to rush it. I kissed closer and closer to her waiting her pussy, she moaned onto my cock. I placed my tongue on her clit and her sucking intensified. I ran my tongue up, lapping at her like a kitten and she moaned again. Her pussy lips were big, and they stuck out from her body, I couldn't resist. I sucked them into my mouth, massaged them with my tongue, gently nibbled on them. I wrapped my arms around her legs, so that my hands were on her inner thighs, then I spread her. Her lips opened up for me and I stared at the hole I'd emerged from all those years ago. I picked up my head and worked my tongue into it. I didn't think it was possible but she tasted even better. I lapped away at her hole, wanting more and more of her juices. I started fucking her with my tongue. After a few minutes of my tongue fucking, I felt her take my cock from her mouth, and she said "My clit, please. Lick my clit, baby." I stopped fucking her with my mouth and concentrated on licking her clit. I ran my tongue up and down first, and she moaned her enjoyment. Then I tried moving my tongue on her clit side to side, and she sucked harder to show her approval. Encouraged, I started to run my tongue in small circles over and around her clit, and she let my cock slip from her mouth. She ground her pussy into my face, her left hand, still wrapped around my cock, was squeezing almost painfully. I could feel the side of her face on the front of my hip, right next to my cock, and I knew from experience that her eyes were closed. She ground onto my face, muttering unintelligibly, and she squeezed my cock even harder as she squirted onto my face. I eagerly lapped up her juices, wanting to swallow it all. As her orgasm subsided, she again took my cock into her mouth, and started sucking and working her mouth up and down with renewed vigor. If I hadn't already come twice, I would've come before I even got to licking her, but even the two orgasms earlier couldn't keep me from cumming soon after having her squirt her juices directly into my mouth. She felt my cock stiffen in her mouth and pressed her face fully into my crotch. I could feel her nose against my balls, her chin in my pubic hair, and I started to cum like never before. I felt my cock twitch, launching stream after stream of cum down her throat. I could feel her throat working around the tip of my cock, swallowing each time my cock twitched. She slowly worked her way up my cock, again wrapping her hand around my cock, milking me again. She took her mouth off my cock, and dragged herself so she was laying half on me again. She smiled at me, her eyes half lidded, and let her head rest on my chest.
After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and had to ask. "Mom?"
"Mm?" She moaned.
"Di-did I do it ok?"
She worked herself up so that she was looking at my face. "Sweetheart, I need you to look at me when I tell you this."
I saw the serious look on her face, looked into her eyes.
"You father used to love licking my pussy. He really liked sucking my lips into his mouth, like you were doing, and he liked running his tongue from my ass to my pussy and back."
I looked away, knowing she was going to say that I had a lot to learn, or that I'd disappointed her. She grabbed my face so that I was looking at her again.
"But he never, EVER, listened to me. I'd beg for him to lick my clit and he never would. He said that there was nothing going on there, that the real action was further south. As a result, I never came. So I want you to understand that I am being completely honest when I tell you that not only was it the most intense orgasm I've ever had, but it was also the first one that I didn't have to give myself. If you don't believe me about it being the most intense, the proof is right there, sweetie." And she motioned above my head, to the wall. I looked up and realized she hadn't only squirted my face, but had squirted well beyond, onto the wall above her bed. I grinned foolishly at her face, and her face melted into a grin, too.
"Now, you're in trouble, because I can get used to cumming like that very quickly, young man."
I kept smiling as I said "You'd better."
"You're cum tastes much better straight from the source, in case you were wondering. I didn't taste as much as you usually do, since you shot most of it straight down my throat, but I don't mind milking you for every drop of the sweet cum." Then she moved up and kissed me.
We started making out again, her hand finding my cock still hard. I rolled us over so that I was on top and pressed myself against her. I could feel her lips against my shaft and started to rub up against her. The head of my cock was rubbing against her clit as her lips soaked my shaft. It felt almost as incredible as being in her mouth. We kept kissing and rubbing until she wrapped her legs around my ass. She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth as she came, her moans muffled by my mouth. I moved slower and slower until we were both laying there, panting, me on top of her, then I lifted myself up onto my hands and knees. She took a hold of my cock and and pulled me until I was pressed up against her pussy. She held me there with one hand, and placed her other on my ass and slowly pulled me into her. I moaned as my cock slid, for the first time, into her pussy. We both looked into each others' eyes once I was completely inside of her. She smiled up at me and said "Fuck me, baby."
I started slowly, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible. I began to pull out of her, until only the head was still inside her, then, just as slowly, pushed back into her. I couldn't keep that up for very long, the feeling of being surrounded so tightly by her pussy making my cock beg for the release of orgasm. I started fucking her harder and harder. The speed at which my cock was going in and out of her wet pussy making squelching sounds. I kept pounding into her, only slowing down when I was about to cum. I didn't want it to end. The earlier orgasms had taken a toll on me, and I was soon too tired to move anymore. I pulled out of her and lay down, ready to apologize, when she got up and straddled my hips. She smiled down at me, "I prefer being on top, anyway." She grabbed my cock, lifted herself up, placed me at her hole, and impaled herself on me. She kept herself up a little, preventing me from going all the way in, then she started rolling her hips. I lay there, watching my beautiful mother as she rode my cock, and I realized she was using my cock as I'd so often seen her use her vibrator. I didn't know it at the time, but she had positioned herself so that the head of my cock was up against her g-spot. She was working herself towards orgasm. I reached up and started rubbing her breasts. Pinching her nipples. Rubbing them. I sat up and started sucking on them as she worked on getting off on me. She stiffened as she started to cum. She pulled my head into her breasts, urging me to suck harder. I felt her squirt around my cock, her juices running down my shaft, onto my balls. As she came down from her orgasm, she relaxed, we both moaned as she slid all the way onto my cock. I lay back, pulling her down with me. I bent my legs slightly, so that my heels were digging into the bed, then I started pumping into her. She moaned anew, the fire of her orgasm reignited with my pumping, and she started meeting my thrusts with her own. She placed her hands on either side of me and started to really thrust down as I thrusted up. Her eyes were still closed, she was moaning constantly, I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock. It was too much. I swelled inside her, then started filling her pussy up with my cum. She continued to move her pussy up and down my cock, even after I wasn't able to thrust up anymore. I had to beg her to stop. We lay there, with me still inside her, both of us panting and sweaty.
"I think it's time for sleep, baby."
I moaned my agreement, then I felt her moving on the bed.
I opened my eyes when I felt her get on top of me again. Her head was by my cock, and she positioned her legs on either side of my head, her pussy right above my face.
"I've been watching you for months now, and every night, you clean up after yourself. You've watched me for months, every night I clean up, whether it's my fingers or my vibrator. Why should tonight be any different?"
That said, she started licking her dried juices off my balls, working her way up towards the head of my cock. I lifted my head and placed my mouth to her pussy, and started sucking on her. I felt her lips in my mouth, and soon tasted my own cum, intermingled with her juices. I stuck my tongue deep inside her as she took my cock into her mouth. I felt her sucking our juices off my cock as I licked and sucked our juices out of her pussy. When we finished, we shared another kiss. Then she laid her head on my chest again.